Urgh. My throat feels like it's coated with sandpaper, and I have a headache developing. I dunno what, but something's been going around Huss this week, and I've gotten it. -hack- Hard candy works the same as lozenges, so says my Spanish teacher. Guess what? She was right. So I had a baggy of peppermints that I'd eat through the day to soothe my scratchy throat.
Speaking of school, I had a spazzy special moment today in 3rd period. (3rd is band) Well, today was the day for All-County, hosted this year by none other than Hunter Huss High. So those of us not is All-County were stuck in the big gym. >_<
The bell for 3rd lunch was due to ring, so everyone gravitated toward the door nearest the path to the cafeteria. I was running that way because I was hyper, and for some unknown reason I overbalanced and fell forward. Don't ask me why; I have no earthly or otherwise clue. But yeah, I fell forward binder, book, and pencil pouch in hand. When I hi the ground I was more or less parallel to it, so I ended up sliding a good foot or two before coming to a stop. By then most of the stuff in my hands was scattered around; luckily my Biology binder was (gasp) relatively organized. Of course because I'm special I had to start cracking up. Everyone else who had been facing in my general direction burst into laughter as well. I managed to get up and keep walking, though my left hip, knee, and shoulder were sore for a while. Pardon the funky verb tenses, if I misuse some of them.
So anyhow, that reminded me of another time I made ungraceful contact with the ground beneath me. It was during marching season, after a practice. I was in the front of the semi-mad dash for the band room, and I tripped over a rouge tail in my very ripped jeans and went tumbling to the ground. Here's the funny part: I hit the ground, roll over, get my knees under me, get up, and keep running without missing a stride. I was about to pee in my pants I was laughing so hard. It was one of my very ultra-special moments that make my life so much more interesting. So yeah, when in band I am special. Don't let me run in band. I will fall over and make myself look like an idiot. Not that I don't most other times. Oh well. I like my specialness. Ph34r m3h. =K
Kate made me delete the Green Golfball Joke from the blog because apparently it's a sin to write it, and it should be told orally. So, I deleted it. It wasn't very good anyway, so no love was lost.
Peace owt ch'all.
2.23.2007
2.20.2007
He is not a shitter.
Lukie is not a shitter, the way Kate says it. He isn't annoying. He's a rat terrier mix, probably with scottie because of his wiry fur. Terriers, in my opinion, are not shitters.
Anyhow, poor Loogie hasn't been feeling well. We'll get to the nickname later. Around Thursday of last week, he got a bad cough, like there was drainage in his throat. By Friday, he had a nasty flu-like head cold. It included bouts of a bad fever, where his head would heat up and he'd start shivering. All I could think to do was to wrap him up in my jacket and snuggle until he warmed up and stopped shivering. Poor guy. Normally he's a normal, energetic terrier, really attention hungry since his previous owner barely gave him any. But after Friday he was so sick, Dad says he didn't even react when he put the leash on. At the vet's, they said he had pneumonia, so he stayed overnight. He also has this icky intestinal parasite, which I blame for his lack of appetite. He was kept 'til about five-thirty today, then we took him home. He seemed a lot better; he had a lot of his energy back.
Yeah, about his name. The original name was Koolie, but that was a dorky name so we changed it to Lukie. When Dad told me the name I made a comment that it sounded like 'loogie', and unfortunately it stuck with him. Poor pup.
But I swear, that dog has the most unique head I've ever seen. He has those white mutton-chop cheeks and that one floppy ear, and even though you can't see it in the photos Kate posted on her blog, he had a nose-hawk. It's like a ridge of upright hair along the center of his muzzle, like a mohawk for his nose. XP It's so funny. 'Scuse me if I misspelled mohawk. I really don't care.
Anyhow, poor Loogie hasn't been feeling well. We'll get to the nickname later. Around Thursday of last week, he got a bad cough, like there was drainage in his throat. By Friday, he had a nasty flu-like head cold. It included bouts of a bad fever, where his head would heat up and he'd start shivering. All I could think to do was to wrap him up in my jacket and snuggle until he warmed up and stopped shivering. Poor guy. Normally he's a normal, energetic terrier, really attention hungry since his previous owner barely gave him any. But after Friday he was so sick, Dad says he didn't even react when he put the leash on. At the vet's, they said he had pneumonia, so he stayed overnight. He also has this icky intestinal parasite, which I blame for his lack of appetite. He was kept 'til about five-thirty today, then we took him home. He seemed a lot better; he had a lot of his energy back.
Yeah, about his name. The original name was Koolie, but that was a dorky name so we changed it to Lukie. When Dad told me the name I made a comment that it sounded like 'loogie', and unfortunately it stuck with him. Poor pup.
But I swear, that dog has the most unique head I've ever seen. He has those white mutton-chop cheeks and that one floppy ear, and even though you can't see it in the photos Kate posted on her blog, he had a nose-hawk. It's like a ridge of upright hair along the center of his muzzle, like a mohawk for his nose. XP It's so funny. 'Scuse me if I misspelled mohawk. I really don't care.
2.18.2007
I can die happy now.
Sorry I haven't posted in a while, if anyone actually reads this blog. The main reason is because there's really nothing to post. Now; however, I have something to post.
I just got back from a Billy Joel concert. -blink- We left about three pm, and got back around twelve fifty am. Almost ten hours. The concert was in Greenville, which is like two hours away. It's a lot like Charlotte, but everything is surprisingly convenient. I was impressed. The Bi-Lo Center, where the concert was held, was right there! Wow! We parked, walked a few blocks, ate supper at a sushi place (of course!), walked back, and got situated. Oh, we each (Mom and I) got a long-sleeved shirt, for the helluv it. They were ninety dollars apiece. When I saw the recipt I nearly hyperventilated. But, wow.
Our seats were on the floor, which meant we were reeeely close. Imagine the stage, then two blocks of seats in front of it. We were in one of those, like halfway in it. It was an awesome view. -collapses-
At times the noise was just too many decibels for my poor ears to handle, so I had to plug them with my fingers so I wouldn't go deaf. Oh well. It was Billy Joel. I'm still trying to work it out in my mind. It was that profound.
I had a blast, though I nearly went deaf at least three times. I forgive the crowd -- that was expected. I wish those ijjits hadn't stood up the whole damn time, though. I had to either sit on the back of my chair or stand up in it so I could see. >_<'
I have to say, the lights made the show that much cooler. XP They strobed me out during the song ' Pressure.' There were w pair of guys who played the hell out of those saxes and trumpet, I tell ya. I know that it's hard to get a brass up to a high register without it sounding like nails on a chalkboard, but this dude rocked that trumpet all the way to Virginia. Woodwinds have it a bit better, though even flutes have to work to keep those high notes from hurting. Those saxes still wrawked my boxors, if I actually wore boxors. XP
Yeah, I'm gonna shut up now since it's almost one-thirty am. Peace owt ch'all.
I just got back from a Billy Joel concert. -blink- We left about three pm, and got back around twelve fifty am. Almost ten hours. The concert was in Greenville, which is like two hours away. It's a lot like Charlotte, but everything is surprisingly convenient. I was impressed. The Bi-Lo Center, where the concert was held, was right there! Wow! We parked, walked a few blocks, ate supper at a sushi place (of course!), walked back, and got situated. Oh, we each (Mom and I) got a long-sleeved shirt, for the helluv it. They were ninety dollars apiece. When I saw the recipt I nearly hyperventilated. But, wow.
Our seats were on the floor, which meant we were reeeely close. Imagine the stage, then two blocks of seats in front of it. We were in one of those, like halfway in it. It was an awesome view. -collapses-
At times the noise was just too many decibels for my poor ears to handle, so I had to plug them with my fingers so I wouldn't go deaf. Oh well. It was Billy Joel. I'm still trying to work it out in my mind. It was that profound.
I had a blast, though I nearly went deaf at least three times. I forgive the crowd -- that was expected. I wish those ijjits hadn't stood up the whole damn time, though. I had to either sit on the back of my chair or stand up in it so I could see. >_<'
I have to say, the lights made the show that much cooler. XP They strobed me out during the song ' Pressure.' There were w pair of guys who played the hell out of those saxes and trumpet, I tell ya. I know that it's hard to get a brass up to a high register without it sounding like nails on a chalkboard, but this dude rocked that trumpet all the way to Virginia. Woodwinds have it a bit better, though even flutes have to work to keep those high notes from hurting. Those saxes still wrawked my boxors, if I actually wore boxors. XP
Yeah, I'm gonna shut up now since it's almost one-thirty am. Peace owt ch'all.
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